She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core

You never forget about things you've done that you know you shouldn't have done. They hang around your mind, linger like a thief casing a joint for a future job. You see them there, dramatically lurking nearby in striped monochrome, leaping behind postboxes as soon as your head whips around to confront them. Or it's a familiar face in a crowd that you glimpse but then lose sight of. An annoying Where's Wally? forever locked away and hidden in every thought in your conscience. The bad thing that you did, always there to let you know.

Tonight I'm happy. I will worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes. But I'm getting there.

I don't know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they're just closet pyromaniacs.

If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees?

I always want my books to reach a positive point in the end.